A raggedy-looking old man was sitting in the waiting chambers of the Queen. As the helpers levitated the bed directly into the room, the Queen weak and tired with all the excitement of the morning, Aelanor and Nimuel followed them.
"O, wise Shaman of the mortal lands, I welcome thee to the castle once more," the Queen said in a weak voice.
The Shaman didn't seem to hear her. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in some sort of trance. Not wanting to disrespect him, the elves stood there, silent.
An eerie energy passed through the room, as everyone lost track of time. It seemed like hours, or seconds that the Shaman just sat there, apparently asleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes.
"I have never been to the elven lands before," he wheezed.
The Queen looked confused as she said, "But, Your Reverance, you did come to us a few years back, and you said some words. Pardon us, o wise Shaman, but none of our counsellors could comprehend them, and you left soon after. Perhaps, you have forgotten."
"We do not forget, Queen Gaelemar, neither do we visit any of the immortal lands more than once, in our lifetime," the Shaman said, and fell silent.
The elves looked at each other in bewilderment. All of them, except Aelanor and Nimuel, could vouch that the same priest had once visited the castle, and started whsipering their own doubts to each other. They stopped soon, as it became apparent that the Shaman himself was whispering something.
"...where the dusk goes to sleep and dawn wakes up, the far end of divine
In the shade of the tall grass... sages that burn... and crystals do shine..."
"...they know... they know of the warrior, who will,
Through a procession of centuries be their end... they will kill...
(whoever lives through...)"
He took a deep breathe, then went on, "The gong that sounds in the distance beckons... the shadows guides the way... burn the sage... the clock only run half its course..."
"... the promises of the forked tongue, and faces do lie
When allies come together, the powers of the dark do fly..."
The Shaman started shivering, and his head fell on his chest. Frightened out of their wits, the elves looked at each other, but before they could utter a single word, the Shaman jerked out of his trance, and looked at Aelanor and Nimuel beadily.
"Princess Aelanor, you must leave!" he cried, suddenly, "you must leave. Lady Nimuel, take her and go."
Bewildered looks were exchanged as the Shaman stood up with his hand held high over his head, and he looked at the skies before he chanted,
"The curse is upon the immortals... Those who can leave, must... Save them. Save them. The others will die."
He ran out of the chambers and out of the palace.
The elves who had followed him out the doors were whispering amongst themselves; the Queen and her helpers had gone back to her chambers. There was a snort, and they all turned to find the King standing behind them, accompanied by Moraen.
"A mortal priest!" he snorted, "the ones who can not save themselves are here to save us, from an imaginary curse."
"You think the curse is imaginary, Father," Aelanor looked daggers at him, "what do you think is Mother suffering from?"
"Your Mother is suffering from nothing but your disobedience. You broke her heart, left the immortal world for that mortal husband of yours. And what did it get you? A few years with a man, who is dead in his coffin, is it?"
Aelanor took a deep breathe to calm herself. Now was not the time for a heated argument with a bewitched and egoistic King.
"Father, you know something ails Mother. She will be gone if you do not take action," she said.
"I think she is right, Father," Moraen chimed in. "Something is certainly happening to us. These blisters upon the skins of the palace guards, and the Queen's plight..."
"And the townsfolk," Nimuel offered.
"Lady Nimuel, I would leave the townsfolk for the moment Your Highness is in the clutches of such great peril," Moraen's eyes flashed, "I think her health should be our primary concern for now."
"But..." Nimuel started.
"Also, if you are more concerned for the common folks, I would advise that you go there and try to heal them. You posses druid magic, I believe?"
Nimuel nodded.
"Very well, then. Off you go. But I think you should follow up on the advice of the mortal Shaman who just ran out the door," she smirked, "he told you to leave the immortal lands and save yourself, and the Princess."
Aelanor opened her mouth to say something, but Moraen cut her off. "Sister, if there is indeed a plague that is sent out to harm the immortals, there is nothing that you, as a mortal can do. I would be at peace if I saw you walk out of the Eternal Utopia with my own eyes, and leave the mortal world forever. We could send out our best warriors and fighters to all the Kingdoms, and find out the source of this discomfort. You'd be safe, back at the Scottish Highlands, or wherever you intend to move next, just away from this curse, amongst your peers. Meanwhile, I can assure you that we will take great care of Queen Gaelemar, and send the news of her recovery with that dove of yours any day soon."
"But we cannot leave! It is her Mother and her Kingdom we are talking about. She cannot leave them just to save herself," Nimuel said.
"Nimuel," Aelanor interrupted, "I don't think we can help them by staying here. I think it is time we go back, and save ourselves, and let my Father and Moraen run their Kingdom their way. I trust that she will do what is best for her people."
Moraen smiled at her, "Of course, Sister. I promise I would not let you down in any way."
One of the helpers of the castle ran to the back of the palace to call Khoral and Nexus, while the two Females went back inside to see Queen Gaelemar before they ride off."Mother, please take care of yourself," Aelanor said."I will, daughter. I would have never let you go back, but staying here has never been more threatening. I trust you would be healthy and live out the rest of your life in comfort," the Queen said."When all this is over, I will be back. And we will be reunited as a family, in the end.""My Queen, don't worry about us, we will be alright. And you will, too," Nimuel told her."I don't doubt it, my child. Perhaps we will all hold out to the eternity, or enough to live our lives best in the time we are given. Perhaps, Death will visit all of us soon, and we would be gone, just like that. But in the end, we will know that we loved each other, and we will die knowing that.""Don't talk about Death, Mother. We are fighters, w
The long, wooden dining table in the main hall of The Golden Manor was decorated with an assortment of delicacies. As Aelanor and Nimuel sat down on either side of the table, with Lady Saelther in the front, they felt like they could inhale everything in front of them. A thick soup made of the elm greens, onions and heavy cream, sprinkled with dried herbs.Roasted emus and platters of baked and fried potatoes piled on with cheese. Southern beef stew made with Mapleshire wine, and beans. The mortal food was good enough, but Aelanor had missed the elven spread a lot, almost as much as she has missed her home. Gorging herself on the fare in front of herself, she lost herself in the flavors for a moment, before engaging in the dinner conversation that was going on around her. "...the islands in the South China Sea, Mother! All the fruits there were so delicious." "You preferred the oceans to the mountains, my dear? You father would laugh; he ha
"Shamans, or mortal human beings who can communicate with the voices of other worlds, are rare, and powerful beings who can venture into the immortal lands, in and out of the cosmic lands, without losing their sanity, and only a fragment of their lives in the journey. Six shamans are born in every century. They are granted a lifetime longer than that of the mere mortals, which erodes away as they venture into the lands which are unsuited to their physique. They are the messengers of the future in all of the lands, and that is why it is but their onus to keep journeying into the worlds. The Shamans can only enter one world at one time, unlike the immortal beings, who can travel through the portals without any consequence. These mortal beings, however, are not permitted, and may lose more than their lives if they attempt thus." Nimuel ran her fingers on the index, and turned the pages of the book. Aelanor leaned in, but Lady Saelther didn't move at all. Her eye
Lady Saelther didn't speak for the few moments that she held Aelanor to her bosom; tears wouldn't stop as easily as she held on to her daughter for the longest time. She reluctantly let go. "Be safe, my children," she whispered. "I will be praying to the Elements to watch over you. Please, take care of yourselves." "We will, Aunt. You take care of yourself, and give our regards to Lord Daylor when he comes back." Nimuel couldn't speak, but she smiled through her tears at her Mother, who kissed her forehead before letting go. "Farewell, children." "Farewell, Lady Saelther." As they stepped out of the manor, they saw Khoral and Nexus waiting for them by the gates. Nimuel stood beside Nexus as she stroked his golden mane in contemplation. "We should get a move on, cousin. We are not helping anyone by delaying the inevitable," Aelanor urged. Nimuel jumped on her horse without a single word, and pulled the reigns, and Aelano
A clearing opened up in front of them, but nothing was visible. Nothing, except the deepest shades of juniper glittering in front of them. The She-elves cautiously moved forward followed by their horses, and since the Whisper didn't say otherwise, they continued, until they reached the end of the green mist. And involuntary gasp escaped Nimuel's mouth, as Nexus bumped into her and she staggered a little at the edge. There in front of them was an abyss, which glittered with black water. The golden mare put its mouth near the water to have a sniff, perhaps due to thirst, but Nimuel pulled it back. "Don't, Nexus. It might be poisonous," she whispered urgently. "Very wise, Nimuel Saelther, wise indeed. Be known, though, that the water here is perfectly safe for consumption. It is not, however, plausible, to move forward this point without solving the next puzzle in your paths," the voice whispered. As
Elements knew what he understood, but when Khoral came and stood near Aelanor and began nudging her face with his, she could not have been happier. Nimuel was safe, so were the ponies. "I'm so glad we got through that. For a moment there, I didn't know what to do," she sighed. Nimuel chuckled. "I knew you could do it." The path ahead of them was clear. No visible shadows with riddles lurking in between them. At least not any they could see. Several pairs of eyes followed them as they walked through the forest, their paths unknown. The luminescent eyes would have glowed in the dark, if they were open. The shadow sentinels observed through their lids, trying to detect hints of deceit; the caravan moved on without any hinderance. The forest came to an end, and they stopped. Nimuel took a swift breathe that dissipated into the mist. In front of them was a city, surrounded by the same dark trunked trees as in the entrance,
"It would not be the worst idea in the world to sleep with a few blankets," Nimuel grinned at Aelanor, "I know how cold your feet gets." "I am not afraid, and I am not admitting anything of the sort to this to this little hooligan," Aelanor huffed. "He is adorable," Nimuel smiled, "and he's got you." "He has not!" Khoral gave a shivering neigh, and Aelanor looked at him, worried. "It's not for me, but I suppose I could say it for all of you." "You are unbelievable," Nimuel snorted. "What? You think I would give a child half my size the satisfaction to see that he has gotten the best out of me? Think again," Aelanor rolled her eyes. "You do realise that I can hear your whispers, do you not, Princess Aelanor?" Haz'th laughed softly. "Oh, how he infuriates me!" There was a silence, as Aelanor seethed, and Haz'th sniggered; Nimuel just smiled at the two of them. The horses neighed again, a tiring sigh, and Aelanor g
Propping herself on her elbow, Aelanor looked out to her sleeping companions. The horses were snoring peacefully in a makeshift stable, and Nimuel was curled up in a thick blanket; but Haz'th didn't seem to need one. He was sleeping on a pile of straws he had fashioned into a bed, and overrode all their objections saying that he is not able to feel the touch of dry grass, thereby, it didn't matter to him where he sleeps. Smiling slightly, Aelanor fell asleep in a comfortable sleep.The crowing of the rooster woke Aelanor up. She could hear the cutlery clicking against the pots and pans, and the smell of fried egg wafting towards her and knew that Haz'th was already awake. She wondered how the rooster knew it was morning since there was no sun in the sky.She wondered a while about the kid. He was the first and still the only humanoid they had met in this strange land, and the land itself was strange. According to Haz'th, people were scared of the ruler, but why would t